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Neat little lines of self hatred, Spewed on my flesh. They spit fire up my arms, Searing Sweetness, stretch to see the red. "Cat scratches." I say with a smile. Scars, my secret metals of another hurtle jumped. Make my skin burn and bite, So my heart can recover from a bitter world. |
This was written well. I liked the short blutness of it. I'm a former cutter myself and I too, at first, claied cat scratches. Till the cat's claws got too long to be believed. This hit close to home because I am a former cutter. I know the deep, inner pain that out weighs any physical wound. I often crave the endorphines now, but its not healthy. If ever you need an ear to listen, my are quite keen. Keep up the awesome work, and I'll keep reading Haely | Posted on 2008-07-01 00:00:00 | by MinervaBlu | [ Reply to This ] | That's a real intense poem. I like it a lot. Great imagery, I could imagine a pretty girl smiling and saying, "cat scratches." Really good stuff. I can relate to it a whole lot. Keep writing Diamond tears, you've got talent. | Take it easy. | Posted on 2008-07-01 00:00:00 | by Sirbongatron | [ Reply to This ] | |